You may know, this is my twelve year old son, Jordan, shown here with wet hair that makes him look like a swimmer / rock star. My friend T.J. took this photo on Election Night with his new portrait lens.
Jordan and I went camping this weekend to my old stomping grounds -- Inks Lake and Longhorn Caverns -- with his Boy Scout patrol. It's really cool to see him growing up and taking on responsibilities and deepening his friendships with other guys we really like as well.
Jordan is one of the most sincere and forthright people I've ever met. I would never have guessed a son of mine would be brilliant in math and science, but he is. He's an inventor and a capitalist, a gamer and a good big brother. He's going to know how to treat girls and be a gentleman when he starts thinking about taking them out. He's good at grammar, at articulating his thoughts. He works better in 3-D than 2-D (he's more of a sculptor, for example, than a painter; he enjoys prototyping and machining new things)... He plays violin and nabbed second chair without taking lessons. He can pick out Coldplay melody lines on our piano with facility. And unlike me, he can identify cars and trucks by model name and year.
He's a great helper on camp-outs. He's learned stuff from my father and me about our preferred ways to do things on camp-outs, but is never a camping snob when around newbies. He's cultivated an amazing patience and kindness for folks on the margins, skids, and for those with disabilities.
He's a good kid.
Over the next five years he'll become a man and the apron strings will continue to loosen. But he's got my trust and confidence and love and attention.
--p
p.s.
the wind was blowing at the campout
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